Now it was my 3rd Grade year. We were still living with my Grandma. But I guess she couldn't keep doing this, perhaps because there was only a certain amount of time before we had to live in a foster home. That time had come. It came without warning. Just simply after school one day, instead of my Grandma, there was a van. It picked us up and the two adults in the van told me and my sister where we were going and what was happening. Ashley was put in a group home with Aubree which housed many other teen girls her age. But we didn't understand. I was about to cry and I could see, so was my sister, but we didn't. We just went with it. I really do hate talking about this. Apparently, they had already stripped our rooms and packed all of our stuff. It took about 15 minutes to get to our destination. They took us to a neighborhood, specifically a cul-de-sac. The family that was going to be taking care of us, was nice I guess. They seemed strict. It was a black family of three; husband, wife, and son. They were organized and put together. Anyway, we went inside and we introduced ourselves and stuff. Then they showed us around the house and upstairs. Upstairs were all of the rooms. To the left of the stairs, was mine and my sisters room; small, and next to our room was the son's. I forgot his name but he was about 2-3 years older than Morgan. We spent about 1 year there. It was horrific. We still went to school every week at Alta Loma. A white van picked us up along with a few other kids around town so they could also go to school. The driver was a woman, she was nice. I don't remember a lot about her though. That was just everyday. Occasionally, someone would drive us to this building for foster family buisness to visit our families. Ashley and Aubree met us there too, along with our mom of course. Basically, we just talked and other things. Nothing exciting to talk about. To wrap it up, Morgan and I lived with the foster family for around a year and that was it. My mom got some help with her issues and got somewhat better. Eventually, things were well enough for us, that we started living with our aunt and uncle. We call them Aunt Liz and Uncle Alan.
